23 Please Me

The door was slightly ajar, leaving a narrow gap that gave me a view of what was happening inside—though I couldn't see everything, it was enough.

A girl in a pink dress was kneeling on the floor, crying. And in front of her, sitting in the main chair of Conti's study, was none other than my stepbrother—Marco.

The sobbing voice was unmistakable; it was Sophia. I could never forget her expression at my wedding.

It was a pity I fainted afterward, knowing nothing more than the fact that Angelo got shot.

And now she was here, pleading with Marco? What could she offer? What had Marco done to her?

Curiosity got the best of me, and I continued listening.

Marco looked completely indifferent, showing no sympathy toward the beautiful young woman. "Isn’t this something your Conti family brought on yourselves? You betrayed us first."

Sophia’s sobs paused as she collapsed on the floor. "I'll do whatever you ask, as long as you spare them."

Marco was silent. Was he hesitating?

After a moment, his v